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mother daughter poem

ihr schönes Haar
sie war eine Schönheit an den Tagen
es ist zutreffend, daß Sie sagen, daß die Götter mehr Gebrauch zu Ihnen als Feen sind
ich sah die Wolken unter den Hügeln
in die Dunkelheit und Frieden meinem abschließenden Betts
vor langer Zeit im jungen Moonlight
es gibt eine Stadt, builded durch keine Hand
diese sind
hohe Wände und sehr groß
wenn ich zurück zu Masse gehe
ich wundere mich, wo Sie leben

 



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